![]() As I made my way downstairs, I started thinking about two friends, Collin and Stu, both of whom are running marathons next weekend ( Collin’s running the Portland marathon, and Stu’s running the Chicago marathon). I was pretty sure my gym closed at 10, so I decided to just hit the little gym in my building’s lobby. I’m gonna watch Saturday Night Live, and it starts in only 6 hours!įinally, at 9pm, I shook myself free from the shackles of procrastination and laziness, and decided I had to work out. ![]() On the second day, I caught myself thinking things like: eh – there’s no time to work out. On the first day, I couldn’t even rally to get to the gym. I had spent two days doing practically nothing. I wouldn’t say that I’ve ever forgotten about my strip club goal, but it’s definitely been on the back burner lately. Occasionally, I considered turning the completion of my strip club goal into an event: Pick a day, invite friends to run with me, have someone take pictures and video, maybe even invite my blog readers to join in. Every few months, I would think, Man, I’m getting good! Maybe it’s time to tackle that strip club goal! But I never did. In this 9/27/10 post, I shared my revised goal: to run 6.4 miles, without stopping, past all six strip clubs.Īnd then… nothing. Then, just a few weeks later, I discovered two more strips clubs, so my goal grew to include them. Yep, my neighborhood is super classy! I decided to create a running route that would take me past all four, and my first goal ( articulated in this post from 9/15/10) was to complete that route without stopping. I had recently taken up running, and while exploring my neighborhood on foot, I discovered an abundance of strip clubs. Or would I?)īack in September 2010, when this blog was just a wee little blogling, I made my first ever fitness goal. ![]() Why don’t you let me slip something into your drink so you can find out for yourself? No, I would never do that. ( And if you think I’m a pervert, well, that’s true too. For all you Johnny-come-latelies, I’ll do a quick little recap. What are you thinking right now? Is it that I’ve gone off my rocker? Is it that I must be a sex-crazed pervert? Do you remember reading about my first strip club visit and think I must’ve developed a taste for them? Or perhaps you’re a long-time reader of this blog, and the mention of six strip clubs sounds awfully familiar for some reason…Īll you long-time readers are on to something. Little tiny fib aside, I’m so fucking proud of myself I could scream. Well, it’s almost true, because it actually took 1 hour and 6 minutes. This post is a long one, and it’s one solid year in the making. ![]()
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